YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 15

Cold air pierced the heart, her hands still fumbling for her husband's whereabouts. His eyes were still clenching, but his hands were still moving in search. The woman did not manage to find anything, her eyes opened slowly. Blank. That's what he saw, now his body turned to face the door. There he found it.

"Mas, is that you?" Hanum's hoarse voice lunged into the silence that night.

It was as if someone was holding a 1-year-old child. The man got closer, until the light penetrated his originally invisible face.

"You awake?" The big and soft voice, made Hanum smile in relief to hear it.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm still sleeping, Ryan," the man replied.

His son who woke up at night made the Word have to put him back to sleep. Seeing his wife too tired, made him even less willing to wake her up.

"Oh, yes. After this we pray at dawn, yes."

Hanum nodded in understanding, without further ado Firman stepped into the child's room just his way. Hanum decides to get up from his bed, although his eyes are not yet open. So, do not mind because this is a duty.

The flow of water through the tap, Hanum purifies himself to worship. To him the word of the man in charge, he is not responsible to be a father and head of the family.

After the wudhu ritual. Hanum came out of the room, his eyes looking at a man who had been waiting for him since. The smile just rose on Hanum's lips, every time he was invited to worship with the woman was always sparkling.

Hanum immediately took the face that the Word had prepared when his wife purified herself. Not only responsible, he is also a man who is romantic in the eyes of his wife.

After the prayer, Hanum used to shake hands with a priest. A warm kiss on his forehead is always obtained every day more precisely after worship. His smile came back.

"Hanum," called the Word, his eyes glancing back.

"Yes, Mum."

"This time pray, that we may be granted salvation to travel to your parents' house."

Not playing anymore. Hanum's heart seemed to be sliced at the sentence, the woman simply nodded. She took the position of offering prayers, hoping just like her husband.

We really finished worshiping, Hanum took off the face he was wearing. His face was still shining, how many days would he see his mother.

"Dear." What a sweet call to Hanum's ears.

Hanum turned his head, looking gently at her husband. And vice versa.

"Can we be liberated by Bagas? Meanwhile, he's still waiting for you around your parents' house."

The question that strangled Hanum slowly, he vividly remembered the incident two years ago. Her heart seemed to be sliced, only hearing the name of the man who had left her during the wedding.

Word's quiet smile rose at the corner of his lips, "That's it. I know what you're thinking. It's just that I want to know, is he still following us today?" The Word sighed, "While, our son has not been able to know many things."

Hanum smiled, not that he was calm, "Mas, should my mother be transferred to this house alone?"

Word turned to face Hanum, "Mas, just agree. If your mother was moved here. Wouldn't your mother's every move be watched?"

Hanum's eyes shifted down below, he really did not know what to do. Word came out of his room, he also did not know what to do. Hanum is still stiff, his memory revolves around his old marriage.

***

"Veget." The typical shout of the vegetable trader who awaited the mothers here.

"Bang, vegetable," cried Hanum, his hands waving hinting to come here.

"OK, Neng," replied the vegetable boy while showing one thumb into the air.

The expected vegetables have arrived, Hanum's hands are still working on choosing vegetables to cook, "What mustard, bang?"

"Oh, that. It's only two thousand, neng." The vegetable brothers were flirtatious to Hanum. But, Hanum's mothers were lucky because he got a cheap price from a vegetable maker.

"Yes, Bang. Sawi one, it's chilli one pack, same tempe two, same let alone yes." Hanum's hands were still fiddling with the items in Bang Ali's cart.

"Actually, what would you cook?" bang Ali asked, as if he was helping to find what Hanum wanted to find.

"You cook the mustard oseng, Bang. But what's the side dish on? Tempe doang period," said Hanum with confusion, quickly Bang Ali looking for ideas to help Hanum.

"Again ya, Neng." His offer instantly got a nod from Hanum. Unlike the other mothers, she always got a rejection every provide a solution.

"That's forty-three in total" explained Bang Ali, without further ado Hanum immediately took out a piece of blue money.

"This, Bang. The return was taken, thankfully helped me think about vegetables," Hanum said with a smile Pepsodentnya.

Astaghfirullah, ayune mbake iki¹. Batin Bang Ali, he was fluent in Javanese. Because he came from the Javanese who migrated far here.

Hanum immediately entered his house, walking towards his war room. As a housewife, Hanum had to finish her cooking before her husband came out of her room. His hands mix quickly, cooking is not his expertise but indeed he is accustomed to the kitchen he is so adept with all kitchen activities.

Bang Ali made it easy, what Bang Ali took must have been useful to him. It was not in vain that he trusted Bang Ali to be Hanum's right-hand man while shopping. Now that his hands had to fight with cooking oil, he was indeed not too fond of frying. Because Firman had to eat with side dishes she should be able to make her husband feel at home eating at home.

This is the last stay, waiting for the mature favorite vegetable of the child just wayangnya. His hands turned off the stove, the vegetables and side dishes were ready on the plate. He immediately prepared as quickly as possible on the dining table.

Everything is ready, the Word has not yet come down. His eyes stared at the beautiful glass in front of him, he remembered who the giver was. Bagas' parents gave it to Hanum during his wedding, his heart was sliced looking at the glass deeper and deeper.

Want not. Hanum immediately brushed off the shadow in his brain, he was so sick to remember what he did not deserve. Especially about that traitor.

"Why you?" That question blew Hanum's daydream.

"Ah. No. gabe. Now let's eat," Hanum asked, he prepared a plate for her husband who was sitting with his son.

Firman looked at Hanum doubtfully, his feeling not missing about his wife, "You didn't think about it in the past, did you?" It was painful but painful in Hanum's heart.

Hanum tried to close the reality, "Has my face not satisfied you yet, dear? I just miss my mom" she replied with an emphasis on her voice.

"Okay, you were faithful before."

Hanum smiled sweetly hearing the statement from the Word. Her face sparkled, she was happy to look at her husband so happily.

Footnote

¹ \= Beautiful mbaknya this.